Saved by Emily

SAVED BY EMILY

A 50 year old disabled guy's chance meeting with a 19 year old changes their lives

Valerie and I met at an art gallery - yes, just like in the movies. I was only there as I had an hour to waste before a meeting. I had intended to walk from Battersea to Westminster, but the usual grey summer London sky had opened up and it was raining heavily, so I had taken refuge in the gallery.

I saw her as soon as I walked in. She was in her 30s, about 5' 2" and her long back hair was tied up. She had a white blouse tucked into her denim jeans, all finished off with a pair expensive trainers. As she bent over to retrieve something from her opened shoulder bag it was the jeans I remember the most. They fitted snugly in the right places as if painted on by one of the masters displayed in the room.

Our eyes met and I had to look away for fear of being seen as a pervert as I had rather over-stared at her.

She approached me and with a smile, asked if I could help her get the packaging open on a supermarket fruit cocktail she was about to consume in the actual gallery; you know, the little pot with the plastic spork in the lid. I helped her, after all I am a gentleman and that is what we do, but I did think it was a bit gross to 'picnic' in the middle of the Tate Britain.

Val introduced herself before explaining that she was a teacher who had been sent on a familiarisation visit as she was bringing a group of students there next week. She said couldn't afford the prices to eat there and didnt want to be surrounded by tourists in a canteen when she could be eating surrounded by such inspirational beauty.

"Thank you, you're not so bad yourself" was my rather tepid reply.

But it worked as she smiled, and what a smile. We enjoyed chatting for an hour and a half and swapped numbers as we said goodbye. We became an item, and two years on, we were engaged. Life was good, it was really good.

She got a promotion to a School in Oxfordshire. She was happy as housing was cheaper than London, however this made seeing each other difficult. I lived in central London and loved it. I was 43 and had made a fair living in the North Sea oil business before becoming a self employed project manager specialising in heavy lifting engineering.

Val had a wonderful house in the Oxfordshire countryside and although I stayed regularly overnight at weekends and holidays, Val didnt want us to live together until we were married. She was determined to make sure her young daughter was protected and shared my name.

In the two years since we met, sadly I developed a medical complication with my eyes. I could see pretty well, but my peripheral vision has been lost and isn't coming back. To add insult to injury, my driving licence was cancelled and I had to sell my beloved car. To say I was gutted is an understatement. My life was turned upside down and I fell into a deep depression. It was Val that kept me alive and encouraged me to keep my business going, albeit using contractors to do the site work and the travelling across the world - the part of my job that I used to love the most.

Since then, we haven't been doing as great as we have settled into a routine and not one that I am enjoying. I think it's my disability - I am now officially 'registered blind'. Yep, life had presented me with a disability where I cant get a disabled parking permit! To be honest, I really am not that disabled. I watch TV as long as there's no subtitles, play some computer games and can type -as I am now - on my PC with an additional bit of audio software.

But this curse of losing a significant part of my vision has had a lasting effect on my personality which just adds to the stress of life. I feel useless and less of a man. I am short tempered, moody and downright depressed on occasions. I was very active, but have had to give up squash, golf and I even struggle with swimming now too.

Val and I regularly rowed like we never had before. It was not good but we hoped the counselling I was getting would come smooth out my personality imperfections and rebuild my confidence.

We didnt see each other at Christmas, but I went to see her two weeks into the new year. Her daughter was at her sisters in London for the weekend so we went for a meal and drinks. It was really lovely. We went back to her place for more drinks and a kiss & cuddle, but I got the feeling she didnt want sex. When I asked if everything was OK, she dropped the bombshell that she wanted to put back the wedding 12 months to....'allow time for my counselling to work'.

We talked, we rowed and we argued. Val said I was really difficult to like with and had changed my personality since we met. Eventually, I decided I would sleep on the sofa and we could talk in the morning. I laid there with a 1001 thoughts going around in my head. She was right, I had changed and I wasn't a nice person or the same guy she had met. Why would she want me? I may lose all of my sight and she will be lumbered looking after a cripple, cutting my food and wiping my arse.

I was plummeting into a really deep place so decided to go home as I couldn't face Val in the morning. I booked a taxi to take me to a coach stop where I knew a 24/7 express coach runs from Oxford to London. I reckoned I would just make the 4am coach, getting me home just after 6am.

I through my meagre possessions into my bag and put some jogger bottoms and a sweat shirt on. My phone purred gently informing me that the cab was outside. Perfect! So quietly, closing the front door as gently as possible I left. The cab drove off and I made sure I was not looking back in case I had woken her. The cold air woke me up and I now wasn't sure what the fuck I was doing.

The cab dropped me off at a motorway junction in the pitch black and middle of nowhere between Oxford and High Wycombe. I usually travel by train to Saunderton, a little town in Buckinghamshire and Val will drive over to pick me up. So I wasnt familiar with the 24hr coach service. However the coach apparently leaves the motorway at Lewknor, does its pick ups on a country lane and it then travels back on the motorway to London.

The cab pulled away leaving me in silence and in the dark. This is not great for me as I need good light to find my way around. I saw through the dimmest of street lighting that I was perhaps in the bleakest place in the Thames Valley. No buildings, nothing, just a cold inhospitable looking bus shelter and a rubbish bin - and nothing for miles other than the motorway traffic on a flyover above. As I approached a shelter in this isolated spot, I was surprised to see a young girl huddled in a corner looking a little terrified of me.

"Is this the right stop for London?" I asked, more to reassure her I wasn't a rapist.

"Yes, it will be here in about 20 minutes" she replied.

She looked freezing as she was wearing a short faux fur jacket, a light skirt and trainers. It was cold now as the wind at this exposed location was swirling around the bus shelter.

After some polite conversation, I offered a hoodie from my bag, but she refused it. But a short while later when her teeth began to chatter, she accepted my offer and wrapped it around her long legs like a blanket.

She explained she'd been to her brother's graduation ceremony at an Oxford College and to a party at her brother's flat afterwards. But the party got out of hand when she had rowed with guy who was aggressively coming onto her, so she decided not to stay over.

She was 19 and at University in London studying medicine. As she told me a short biography, it was obvious she had a bright and vivacious personality - not to mention a stunning body (which, to make it clear, I am not mentioning).

I repeated my similar story about my row with Val and suggested with were both 'relationship refugees' which made her smile. She said she hated travelling alone when it was late and asked could she sit with me in the coach so men wouldn't think she was alone?

She added "You can be my Dad for the morning".

Now I have to be honest that my cock twinged at that suggestion, albeit it seemed a genuine request from this damsel in distress. I wasn't sure she should be trusting me and she definitely would not have if she could have read my mind!

We exchanged names just as the coach arrived to help with our cover story. It was a huge double deck express coach and was much busier than I imagined it would be at that unsociable hour. We scurried upstairs and Emily - Em made a bee line for the back seats. She explained as there's an emergency exit so you get more legroom.

We chatted in whispers for a while before Em said she was tired and needed to rest before lectures in 6 hours time. For a while I sneaked a peak at her legs as she drew them up onto the seat under her, leaving her legs apart a little. I thought she had seen me looking once, but she was simply moving to get comfortable. Then with out warning she stood up, got her mock fur coat from a shelf above us and put that over my hoodie so she had two 'blankets' over her sweet legs.

As she closed her eyes, I realised what a timely and perfect distraction she'd been and how lucky I had been to get a respite from my distressed feelings with Val. I snapped back into the present when she moved again and her head had rested on my shoulder and then she snuggled into me. Was she asleep already? Was this a come on? For fuck sake, don't be stupid. I was 31 years older than this young girl. I really could have been her Dad!

But why was my cock getting hard? I chastised myself and put my involuntary actions down to my mixed emotional state and the fact Val and I hadn't fucked since before Christmas, six weeks before. Em was looking great - what I could see of her, as the driver has selfishly dimmed the interior lights.

Then the coach stopped in a queue of traffic - at 4.30 am!!!. The driver announced the motorway was closed for resurfacing or something and all traffic was being diverted. Em sort of woke up during the PA announcement, but not completely. She moved around and her coat 'blankets' slipped giving me a perfect view of that arse. I so wanted to just place my hand on that gorgeous curve. My cock had just subsided from earlier, now it was fighting to be released.

As we crawled along the motorway and now on to side roads, it was clear she wasn't comfortable again. She had slumped right down under my armpit now and, as she went to sit up, her hand went down towards the seat but rested momentarily on my thigh, trapping my semi erect cock between her hand and my thigh. As soon as she had done so, she whipped her hand away but said nothing.

Shit. I was filled with guilt and embarrassment. This young woman had trusted me for help and I have betrayed that trust. I was a dirty old man. I knew she had touched me in error, but my cock didn't know it was accidental. It was now fully and embarrassingly erect - looking quite impressive through the cheap elastic jogger bottom material that didn't even try to hold my intumescent cock back.

Thank God, Em had seemingly slipped back to sleep. I wasn't sure if she was feigning it, but as every second went by, I was sure I'd got away with it. Then I heard her mumble something.

'Sorry?' I said - slightly panicking.

She sat up and whispered as she looked at my groin

"Is it the coach trip you are enjoying, or is it because you are sitting next to me?"

Playing thick and playing for time to think of something I said:

"I am not sure what you mean?"

At that, she immediately placed her hand on the bulge made by my now fully hard cock.

"This is what I mean by enjoying the trip" she teased, leaving her hand there.

I had tensed up in shock and my entire body was more rigid than a barge pole. I apologised to her and saying it was wrong of me.

" No' she argued, "I find it exciting when men find me hot".

As much as wanted to fuck this girl there and then on that back seat or back at my place, I was 50 years old and she was a drunk 19 year old. It was never going to happen. My apology sort of spurred her on more, as she said that was a 'sweet' attitude and she loved being looked after. Thankfully, she had stopped manhandling my manhood by now.

As the coach drove slowly along this diversion route we chatted some more. She told me she lived in a house-share in Fulham in west London with two other girls. She said that for all of them, it was their first taste of freedom and they were living life to the full and smiled at me the most flirtatious smile I had ever seen.

We were back on the motorway and moving faster than we did on the narrow winding diversion route. Her phone bleeped a message. This sweet young thing had the language of a docker when annoyed and I could hear a batch of profanity "For fucks sake" "I don't fucking believe it" etc.

She explained to me that she was trying to text one of her housemates, Sally. She was the only one likely to be in the house that Em could text and ask her to leave the emergency key outside. Sally had eventually text back to say she couldn't as she was at her Mum's house and not at the shared house.

I knew where this was heading. We were due back in central London in 30 minutes and she had nowhere to go before Uni opened....... What else could I do?..... so I offered her a breakfast and a warm place to wait at my place.

We got a cab from Marble Arch to my flat in Regents Park. It was 6:45 on a Monday morning and I was bringing this rather dishevelled but beautiful young girl to my flat. God knows what the neighbours might think, but I honestly didn't care. I was enjoying the excitement of getting to know my new friend. I was not going to fuck her, but simply offer her food and somewhere to stay until her lectures started at 10:30.

As she explored every inch of my flat, she was clearly impressed. I hate boasting, but its a nice place and very expensively fitted out, quality but not showy. I had furnished it to be contemporary and homely rather than a bare Batchelor pad. I had been very lucky in business as I was often blessed with being in the right place at the right time to make that deal. As a result, I had been able to obtain some nice things to the flat and make my life comfortable.

Em loved the kitchen, the living room with two balconies giving fantastic views in different directions over Regents park and the zoo beyond. But her favourite room was my bathroom. OK, I lost a bedroom to enlarge this space and have it filled with boys toys, including a 8 jets body shower, a bath, an indoor two person hot tub (well three can fit at a squeeze), a small sauna and a waterproof TV with surround sound.

While I made breakfast, she went for a soak and enjoy breakfast TV from the bath. I did have a few thoughts about joining her, but I had made my decision to leave her alone.

She emerged smelling like a sexy angel - the just bathed smell of young skin is something I hadn't experienced for a very long time. She wore my dressing gown looking very very sexy. Her blond hair was wet but towel dried, and she was alive with energy.

We ate, and then reversing roles, she cleared up as I showered. At one point she knocked on the bathroom door and tried to come in saying she couldn't work the dishwasher, but I had locked the door.

Afterwards I checked my messages. Val had filled my landline voicemail with angry messages as I had resorted to turning my mobile to silent in the coach. Em heard many of the messages and was really sweet to me about the situation.

I explained to Em my disability meant I couldn't drive, but I would pay for a cab to take her to University. Perhaps another day, I'd cook her dinner - but as mates only.

She was amazed that I had vision problems as I acted so normally. I explained that it wasnt too bad and looking directly where her dressing gown had parted revealing her tempting inner thigh I said;

"At least I cant see all the important bits"

She mock chastised me with a "You pervert!" and quickly opened and closed the bottom of the gown.

It was too quick for me. It looked like she wasnt wearing any panties, but I couldn't be sure. If my eyes had been working properly, I may have got a good look of her pussy - I was momentarily angered by my plight.

Em intruded on my thoughts and told me she really wasn't prepared for Uni as she was too tired. She asked could she stay with me for a few hours. I said I was going to have a sleep and reminded her I was an old man who needed his rest as I hadn't slept all night. She cuddled me - us both wearing matching dressing gowns - and said;

"Not old, just experienced and wise, and very very kind".

I insisted that I would not be kind or wise if I kept her from her studies and pretty much told her to get dressed. I thought she was going to cry as that beautiful face creased and looked a little heavy.

"Can I buy you dinner later to say thanks?' she pleaded

"No, I will make you dinner here as I will be too knackered to go out later - that's if you want to?"

Her face lit up and she gave me a hug and kiss. This time the kiss was longer and far more friendly;

"I would love to. You are the best"

"Don't ever forget it!!" - We both laughed and somehow everything changed at that second.

We agreed to meet at mine at 7pm. She said she didnt have any lectures the next day, so I agreed to arrange a late Uber to get her back to Fulham.

She left her bag at mine as she didnt want to take it to University with her. I said she could dump any laundry as I would be doing a wash. Of course, I had another reason to offer that, and within 3 mins of Em climbing into the cab, I had her panties on my face and was wanking so hard, I thought I might hurt myself. I felt guilty afterwards, but my cock had been straining for release for hours.

I slept like a baby and woke at 3pm. After loading the tumble dryer with Em and my laundry, I prepared the ingredients for a vegetarian risotto and put some wine and Prosecco in the fridge. I thought this was a safe bet.

Just before 5pm I had a text.

"Don't be cross, I am outside. I couldn't wait to see you. Can I come in?"

Her tongue was straight in my mouth as we kissed and hugged on my doorstep.

"Whoa girl, don't eat too much now as you wont be able to manage your supper!"

"It's the afters I am looking forward to" she replied excessively seductively.

My cock twinged with guilty anticipation.

Pulling away from being attacked on my doorstep and getting her inside before there was a scandal reported in my block, I took a good look at her. Gone was the cheap student skirt and mock fur jacket. Instead she looked amazing in a black figure hugging cocktail mini-dress, medium heels and with her hair up. She had long drop earrings and looked incredibly edible.

Dropping her bag in the hallway, her second bag at mine now, we hugged again. I refrained from grabbing her arse, but did hold onto her hips, gently caressing her in a loving way, but also taking the time to investigate the presence of any panties. The results were inconclusive, but enough to make my cock wake up with a jolt.

I had showered but hadn't changed as she wasnt supposed to arrive for two hours. I had jeans and a polo top on and felt massively casual when compared to this beautiful young woman. I apologised saying I would get changed after I get her a drink.

"No, please don't get changed. You look amazing in jeans and you smell adorable"

Em revealed that she had only done two hours at University as she was so tired. She had heard that another housemate was studying from home so Em left early to ensure she could get in the house to retrieve her key and get some rest before she woke and came to see me.

We stood with drinks on the balcony overlooking Regents Park with her wearing one of my coats. It was dark and bloody cold, but the lights over the white painted Nash mansions in Regents Park looked amazing and romantic, especially on such a crisp clear night.